Aging process altered
for a decade and a half spent captured in a crystal ball.
Chronologically thirty-six, physically around twenty-six.

Victor was one
with nature and rituals given in homage had him painting his body
to fit his surroundings. Earthen hues. That of forest, field
and the creatures that inhabited his world. A Viscount by human title,
he lived in two distinctively different worlds. Still, the
eyes held the beat of the Forest King destined within the man.
That primal growl that ran like a finger up one's spine to send
off the hairs to stand at the back their neck. A primal luring
draw that held the secrets of a vast knowledge not packaged up so
tight in man's social struture they are lost.

** Limited ooc,
no IM rp. No tolerance for immature play/players. I block, I
ignore. Marcus Schenkenberg is used to represent Victor for
appearance. No claims made. Medieval Fantasy Character. **